Personal Narrative Analysis

With my parents always working, certain responsibilities have fallen on me. When I was younger, this is something that wasn’t clear to me. Those expectations have really been there my whole life. They stem from my older sister who suffers from learning disabilities. Since my sister is not able to attend college, my parents expect me to work hard and do my best in achieving the best education possible. I believed that my sister was just like anybody else, so that led to me treating her like everybody else. Therefore, it was not clear to me why my mom always needed to rely on me instead of my older sister. That approach and thought was completely wrong, this would only lead to frustration for me, my sister and my mother. As I grew, I slowly began to understand, I learned how to approach my sister to avoid making her upset or angry. I know now that I have to speak slower and explain what I am saying when having a conversation with her so she can understand. I know that I must help her with any issue, instead of waving her off. My favorite moments with her are when she, at times, goes off on tangents and I can provide her the audience she needs to be able to express her

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

Failure is truly negative if we choose to not learn from it. When we face setbacks and difficulties, we are given golden opportunities to grow as people. Learning from our shortcomings makes us wiser, stronger, and unveils a chance to turn an undesirable outcome into a building block of character. My hockey career has been a sinusoidal trail of highs and lows, but I always learned from the downturns.

When one envisions a house party their mind embodies the music and grasps the loving environment, but no one ever signs up for a life altering trauma. March 19, 2016 can be portrayed as the breaking point that unleashed the dangers of my fears. When a bullet is fired it is said to destroy its target, when the bullet pierced through my body it felt almost as if the world had been swept from underneath me. During this night I was rushed into an ambulance, where I was grazed slightly an inch away from my spine, which they told me I could've been paralyzed, but by the grace of God I wasn't. The incident opened up my eyes and it was a major wake up call for me. It made me into a better and stronger individual, my grades began to improve and my perspective on life changed. It taught me to live life to the fullest because you don't know when your time is going to come.

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

It was a frigid March evening in the mountains of Colorado when I began to see life in a new way. While on a youth ski trip hiding from an armed man outside the cabin, I came to a point in my life that changed my way of living. This experience brought me to the realization that I will not always be guaranteed tomorrow so live each day I have to the fullest. I never thought a trip to the mountains of Colorado would help me see life from a new perspective; however, I thought wrong.

From the very beginning of the school year, all the teachers have been acknowledging all the things that will prepare us for high school, and I have been thinking nothing about it. I kept telling myself that high school is still so far away. All of a sudden, it has hit me that i’m graduating and moving on to high school. In my short time in District 57, I have learned a vast amount of things from complex equations in math, to managing homework.

More news is coming out about Rob Kardashian and his marriage to Blac Chyna and it does not leave one with a warm fuzzy feeling of support. Kim Kardashian West expresses her outrage over one vital element that everyone entering marriage must have in place. According to Radar Online, April 14, 2016, Rob wants to marry Blac Chyna without a prenuptial agreement and his family is extremely worried that she will take everything that Rob has.

Everyone will experience a death in their life at least once whether it’s a family member or friend, they will react to it differently and has to grieve in their own way. Death isn't something that someone looks forward too, so watching someone go from healthy, to where they can barely walk or talk on their own isn’t easy. But getting a lesson out of someones death takes away some of the pain, and helps you move on.

Welcome to my outlandish, yet in my opinion, amusing brain! The name presented to me upon birth is Taylor Lee Thompson. Currently, I am suffering through the struggles of junior year at Marion Senior High School. Difficult classes, early mornings, and extracurricular activities have made me an expert in the sport of juggling. The class that has appealed to me the most over the years is Criminal Justice. I found the behind the scenes instruction absolutely riveting! My instructor, Mrs. Hamm, kept me on my toes and I was always learning about crime, criminals, and cases. On the other hand, the class I utterly dread is history. Any and every type of history has always slowly bored me to sleep. I am convinced we are taught the same curriculum

As a 16 year old young man, when I think about responding to a writing prompt asking me to describe an event that I consider a launch pad towards gaining maturation, the first things that should come to my mind are getting my first job, graduating from high school, or being accepted into the college of my choice. This was not the case for me. The event that I feel has marked my transition from childhood to manhood would be the conversation that my mother had with me after the shooting death of Trayvon Martin.

I have always loved school, from my first day of kindergarden to my first day of high school and almost everyday in between. I always excelled in school, even though I moved around a lot. I had already been to four different elementary schools by the time I was in the fourth grade, and one more for half a year in sixth grade. I had a rough childhood aside from all of the moving. Growing up my life was never really normal. I had two moms, which nowadays isn’t that big of a deal, but 15 years ago it was. My life was fairly good until I was about five or six when my moms got a divorce. At the time I didn't know it but it was at that point that my life started to change forever. After the divorce my parents went to court for custody and one of

On a cloudy summer day in July, my mom, brother, his girlfriend, and I were hiking near the Appalachian trail in South Carolina, and at the first resting point on the mountain my mom and my brother’s girlfriend wanted to stop, their legs were noodles and were not convinced that they could to make it to the top, but my brother and I wanted to witness the view from the top of the mountain, to gazing upon the hills and windy roads we had traveled to get to the bottom of the mountain.